tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33646393182220002662018-03-06T05:50:46.780-05:00PhotégéVintage Polaroid fine art photography by Pamela Herrick. http://www.photege.etsy.comPamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125Photegehttps://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-91662077139940636852013-10-11T20:54:00.000-04:002013-10-11T21:36:25.603-04:00Philadelphia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yDkQm5wWbA/UliaDAKC3pI/AAAAAAAAAao/-dF89gPh02o/s1600/PhilaLanternsCrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yDkQm5wWbA/UliaDAKC3pI/AAAAAAAAAao/-dF89gPh02o/s640/PhilaLanternsCrop.jpg" width="624" /></a></div><br />My sweet man and I spent a weekend recently walking the streets of Philadelphia. What I love about that city is that it just doesn't give a damn. You know what I mean? No one will ever glance at your shoes and seat you at a table by the kitchen.<br /><br />My favorite neighborhood, on a long list of favorites, is the northern bit of Olde City. 19th-century industrial buildings have turned just a tiny bit posh, but not too posh, mind you.<br /><br />For me, it was a playground on a quiet Sunday morning. We had the streets to ourselves and marveled at the beauty of a truly old city. With my Polaroid in hand, the light and reflections were an utter delight.<br /><br />Oh, and we had a great cheese steak with provolone when everyone else was just polishing off their first cup of Sunday morning coffee. A perfect weekend.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid SLR 680 Camera</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX 680 Color Protection Film</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-30054702553444417982013-08-13T22:57:00.000-04:002013-08-13T22:57:11.446-04:00Collections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OATQ2V2C2wE/UgrvONSFMCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QFlIzzq-isE/s1600/MarkerBucket813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OATQ2V2C2wE/UgrvONSFMCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QFlIzzq-isE/s640/MarkerBucket813.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br />First shot with a new camera (new to me, but an old Polaroid, of course). I held my breath when I took this with a big, beautiful Polaroid SLR 680. Richly rewarded.<br /><br />My son's desk sits right in front of the best window in the house. He has a view over the back yard and the long needle pine with a perfect bird's nest in it. That and a new Sponge Bob bucket for your 300+ colored markers. What more could a boy want?<br /><br />My Polaroid camera collection is now complete. At least I said so to my husband today (he knows me better than that).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX 680 Color Protection Film<br />Polaroid SLR 680 Camera</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-15238454579590315212013-08-11T14:22:00.000-04:002013-08-11T20:21:41.772-04:00Study<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pHmJthVWAo/UgfSpWQtAPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YQio1serJq0/s1600/AfternoonLightedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pHmJthVWAo/UgfSpWQtAPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YQio1serJq0/s640/AfternoonLightedit.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br />"Study" seems to be the word of the summer. With the guidance and encouragement of a fabulous <a href="http://leoniedawson.com/affiliate-redirect/?p=BambooThaiMassage&amp;w=abla">business coach</a>&nbsp;(can't recommend her more highly, if you are of an entrepreneurial bent), I have been whole-heartedly engaged in growing <a href="http://www.bamboothaimassage.net/">my business</a>. While this is exercising my creativity muscle, it doesn't involve cameras in the way that you might expect.<br /><br />And so, I am in the midst of <a href="http://www.susannahconway.com/">Susannah Conway's Photo Meditations</a> course as well. This week's assignment is to capture the light. When I climb the stairs to my second floor work space (where I am spending a lot of time this summer), I am always struck by this beautiful streak of afternoon light in my bath.<br /><br />With a new (old) Polaroid Colorpack IV that my dad found this summer at a yard sale, I captured this. It's just a shower curtain, but it makes me very happy every time I see it.Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-34533531933841053542013-04-12T05:10:00.000-04:002013-04-12T05:10:00.554-04:00Just Try<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf9GlwG6J3c/UWSCcMclDwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bKTIOw17-04/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf9GlwG6J3c/UWSCcMclDwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bKTIOw17-04/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">shooting my boy shooting</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">when was the last time you tried something you've never done before</div><div style="text-align: center;">and found out it wasn't so tricky, after all</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">just try</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://instagram.com/pamelaherrick">Instagram</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">iPhone 5</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-86044492362032766772013-04-09T05:30:00.000-04:002013-04-09T05:30:04.659-04:00Quiet, and Seeing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfW935vDwYg/UV3Wt9-JnGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gzHipN9f1-U/s1600/ChelseaGalleryWindowwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfW935vDwYg/UV3Wt9-JnGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gzHipN9f1-U/s640/ChelseaGalleryWindowwww.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><br />Last week I had a day all to myself in the big city. THE Big City. A whole day to wander. I spent it in Chelsea climbing stairs and hopping on and off elevators in those old warehouses turned to art galleries.&nbsp;The scene interested me as much as the art, some of which was&nbsp;<a href="http://www.driscollbabcock.com/exhibitions/installation/margaret-bowland-disturbing-the-peace">brilliant</a>.<br /><br />It felt a little like snooping as I found my way along the concrete hallways. The only sound was the tappity-tap of earnest interns at computers. Though their eyeballs were just above the reception counters in each gallery, they didn't even glance up. Tap. Tap. Tap. Poor dears. Dream job in the Big Apple. They mostly looked cold and nervous. But, I digress.<br /><br />Did I mention that it was quiet? I didn't have to talk to anyone for a whole day. That never happens. Fourteen hours straight. Alone with my own thoughts in unfamiliar places. I got more clarity in one day than I'd have managed in a year of stolen moments.<br /><br />Though I had two cameras with me, I took only two photographs. That day seeing was so much more important than anything else.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fujifilm Instax Mini Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fujifilm Instax Mini 50S Camera</div><br /><br />Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0Chelsea, New York, NY, USA40.7497717 -73.99769459999998840.7257122 -74.038035099999988 40.7738312 -73.957354099999989tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-76589144423899884272013-04-05T17:05:00.000-04:002013-04-05T17:19:18.289-04:00Why Instant Film Matters<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q93xuMwOF4w/UU4qPPXehBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ppeopvenlhg/s1600/JimmyinDCwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q93xuMwOF4w/UU4qPPXehBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ppeopvenlhg/s640/JimmyinDCwww.jpg" width="473" /></a></div><br />This is not the photograph I meant to take. It is not a great juxtaposition of these granite steps with the crisp, white Capitol dome. No Capitol dome at all, in fact. Too blown out to appear. Just a faint outline of the conservatory of the <a href="http://www.usbg.gov/">U.S. Botanical Garden</a>&nbsp;which looked so striking in front of it.<br /><br />And why couldn't I get my six-year-old out of the frame? (Because I was calling his name and waving, so he planted himself, faced the camera and smiled. duh...) And my sweet friend had no idea her shadow was in the frame when she leaned closer to see what I was looking at.&nbsp;Because this is instant film, by the time the print had developed in my pocket we were a block away. No second chance.<br /><br />This is not the photograph I meant to take. It is the photograph I actually took. To me, a list of accidents. At first it was another Polaroid disappointment, but as it sat on my desk over the next few days, it began to grow on me. It became a photograph of my boy. A photograph of darks and lights. I love that he is a firmly planted on both of his little feet in the black shadow. I love the twin flag poles behind him for balance. And I particularly love that these darks emanate from a point nearly mid-frame.<br /><br />It is not perfect, but I love it.&nbsp;And, that is why instant film matters. As it magically develops in your palm, you will have to reconcile what your eye saw with what the camera saw. They will never be the same, and they will teach you to see differently.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fujifilm Instax Mini Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fujifilm Instax Mini 50S Camera</div><span style="font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-79631058279351579452013-03-14T00:01:00.001-04:002013-04-05T16:36:06.325-04:00Take Me to the River<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx4GjKA_Dw4/UV81oSZ8nrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HZ_xt6e7zSk/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx4GjKA_Dw4/UV81oSZ8nrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HZ_xt6e7zSk/s640/IMG_0297.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />We may have missed seeing the <a href="http://science.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/12/17286926-look-for-comet-panstarrs-near-the-crescent-moon-in-western-skies?lite">comet</a> just above the horizon at sunset tonight, but it was worth piling the boys into the back seat (tussling the whole way), just to see this. Man, I love this river.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://instagram.com/pamelaherrick">Instagram</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">iPhone 5</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-71093108381266584312013-03-08T07:00:00.000-05:002013-03-08T07:00:07.246-05:00Grand Scale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlJY97TYrgU/UTX88yXFO1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/mZ2Q_M3x02g/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlJY97TYrgU/UTX88yXFO1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/mZ2Q_M3x02g/s640/IMG_0206.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Last month the little man and I made a trip south. Presidents' Day in Washington, DC. How appropriate.<br /><br />Can you say, "Grand?" The <a href="http://www.nbm.org/">National Building Museum</a>. Seven stories of open, indoor space with about a thousand people gathered in the atrium (most of them no taller than your belly button... oi). The little man and I headed up above the masses to eyeball the architecture. When I am in a city, any city, in consciously, intelligently, beautifully designed architectural spaces, I am happy. In this particular space, over-joyed.<br /><br />For contrast (and a big bowl of <a href="http://purethaishophouse.com/">real Thai noodles</a>), we hopped off the train in New York on the way back up the Hudson River. Serendipity is always the best tour guide. She took us here:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvo__XnpoDs/UTYAR2fGaQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2IufW7i8Mbc/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvo__XnpoDs/UTYAR2fGaQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2IufW7i8Mbc/s640/IMG_0205.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI1ne_-IF3k/UTYARtToZ3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lqf4SVZy8Kg/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI1ne_-IF3k/UTYARtToZ3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lqf4SVZy8Kg/s640/IMG_0204.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Drink it in, baby, before sliding back onto the train and heading home, where this is the grand space that makes us happy:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyDqwvroDi0/UTX8qHafTSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d3LG4SLYXXE/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyDqwvroDi0/UTX8qHafTSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d3LG4SLYXXE/s640/IMG_0201.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ps: <a href="http://instagram.com/pamelaherrick">Instagram</a>!</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-2286997246358945522013-03-04T06:04:00.000-05:002013-03-04T06:04:00.293-05:00Work in Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMhjtrNgOTY/UTEwhs1IQeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oYZjuAzTeMY/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMhjtrNgOTY/UTEwhs1IQeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oYZjuAzTeMY/s640/IMG_0006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />For the past six months (an eternity), I was unable to scan and edit a single Polaroid photograph (dead computer). Excruciating. With my tools gone, I spent late nights flipping through my old digital archives on our son's computer (hoping that it wouldn't bite the dust too as it groaned through acres of data).&nbsp;Since it has been a long, cold winter, I kept my chilly digits wrapped around hot cups of tea.<br /><br />Tea. Tea bags. Paper. Recycled paper. Perhaps you see where I am headed?<br /><br />This not-so-interesting digital photograph was made with my old point-and-shoot (where is that thing, anyway? no matter). It is printed on recycled tea bag paper and augmented with pen and ink. My work table is now cluttered with dried tea bags and tea prints.<br /><br />I love the feel of the handmade image. More experimentation ahead, and a new method for enlivening those crisp digital photographs.Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-33894475249033528952013-03-01T16:49:00.000-05:002013-03-01T16:49:03.703-05:00Lantern in the Window<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkR_lpZwG7k/UTEdVBPuQkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yoXfQG0JgbI/s1600/LanternintheWindow6x8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkR_lpZwG7k/UTEdVBPuQkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yoXfQG0JgbI/s640/LanternintheWindow6x8.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Where have I been? On vacation. Turns out a much longer vacation than planned. Yes, I went to the little island off the coast of Maine in August (where I took this photograph and many others). When I got home prepared to scan pockets full of Polaroids, the little computer just refused to get back to work. Breathed its last.<br /><br />Then, I got married (yes, married!). That was a little bit of a diversion, as you might imagine. Then Christmas in all its glory. Finally, with all that behind me, I made the long awaited call to the Apple hotline, and a new iMac (brand spankin' new!) arrived. With a monitor so big I can actually SEE my photographs.<br /><br />It is now up and running, and so am I. My little experiment in <a href="http://photege.blogspot.com/2012/07/mental-holiday.html">living off-line</a> turned into involuntary exile. There were things about it that I liked very much, thank you. But, in the end, I feel best when making photographs and writing about them. (yay!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/112613090/photograph-monochromatic-still-life">Lantern in the Window</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid Chocolate Film Expired</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid 250 Camera</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-3367787118230526452012-11-18T21:23:00.000-05:002013-03-01T18:29:40.752-05:00Christmas Cards!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFQOX6SV85c/UKmUl6XVU8I/AAAAAAAAATg/ml0vFs81_a8/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFQOX6SV85c/UKmUl6XVU8I/AAAAAAAAATg/ml0vFs81_a8/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Thanksgiving week is upon us, and my thoughts are turning to this year's Christmas cards. For most of my life, I sent scores of cards. Scores. Then, I moved to Thailand and abandoned the whole thing in favor of perpetual sunshine and summer dresses. This year I am planning to reprise my old habit, as it is the one time of year when the mailbox contains actual letters. With inky signatures. And not just bills.<br /><br />I am particularly excited, because this year the cards I will send feature my own Polaroid photographs, professionally printed and available on-line at <a href="http://society6.com/pamelaherrick">Society6</a>. (Yes! You could send them too.)<br /><br />So brush up on your penmanship and go buy some stamps!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VC5yb_upaVg/UKmWoNhmj9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/7ZANqEkudO4/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VC5yb_upaVg/UKmWoNhmj9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/7ZANqEkudO4/s320/Picture+5.png" width="318" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-34829059365334820452012-07-26T15:55:00.001-04:002012-07-26T15:55:14.072-04:00Mental Holiday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQE5Eg5dgl8/UBGcj7_0n_I/AAAAAAAAATU/U1UfmKTczf8/s1600/InShadeToo10x10nb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQE5Eg5dgl8/UBGcj7_0n_I/AAAAAAAAATU/U1UfmKTczf8/s640/InShadeToo10x10nb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I'm packing the antique Polaroids into my tote bag (and boxes of film into a cooler) and taking a mental holiday. There will be a couple of road trips. I will be freezing my little toes in the icy waters off my favorite island in Maine. I will be checking in with my old haunts in Philadelphia. And, the boys tell me there is mini golf (lots of mini golf) in my near future.<br /><br />Best part? It will be an internet free zone. But for the occasional e-mail check-in, I will not tweet, pin, post or surf. Remember when life was like that? I can't, but I intend to remind myself.<br /><br />See you in September! With lots of new photographs to share.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In Shade Too</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX70 First Flush! Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid SX-70 Camera</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-70136502894608528442012-07-23T16:35:00.000-04:002012-07-23T16:35:05.423-04:00Giveaway Winners!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.photege.etsy.com/"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNAtem8OVdM/UA2zeWkkZtI/AAAAAAAAATI/lvbEVqRFc40/s640/PondLilies10x10nb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Many thanks to everyone who took a look at my new <a href="http://photege.etsy.com/">Etsy</a> shop and entered the giveaway to celebrate its opening! The traffic to the site was really hoppin' there for a few days, which is terribly gratifying. And more than twenty of you clicked away on Facebook and Twitter to join in.<br /><br />The lucky winners are Retropage, Wooldust, Lauri H., Anonymous (I know who you are), and Jennifra (who selected the photograph of Pond Lilies shown here). The list includes friends old and new, which was the whole point really.<br /><br />I will be in touch for shipping info, and you will receive your print in the mail shortly. Again, many thanks for helping me launch this exciting new venture!Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-49133299096777815282012-07-18T14:37:00.000-04:002012-07-18T14:37:56.283-04:00Polaroid Print Give-Away<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_711937001"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4y4Sg-pzlI/UAb-LCf5KEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XFlmfPhcT6U/s640/PeasinaPod10x10nb.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.photege.etsy.com/">Peas in a Pod</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />To kick off the opening of my <a href="http://www.photege.etsy.com/" target="_blank">Etsy</a> photography shop, I am giving away prints. Five winners will receive a print of their choice. It could be you! (And a friend, if you share this invitation!)<br /><br />Here's how;<br /><br />Visit my <a href="http://www.photege.etsy.com/" target="_blank">Etsy</a> shop. Have a look around. Pick out something you'd love to see on your walls,<br /><br />Leave a comment on this post with the name of your favorite print by 9 am on Monday, July 23rd.<br /><br />Want more chances to win? Like my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PamelaHerrickPhotographer">Facebook Page</a>. Follow me on <a href="https://twitter.com/PamelaHerrick">Twitter</a>. Favorite my <a href="http://www.photege.etsy.com/">Etsy</a> shop. Each one gives you another chance to win.<br /><br />On July 23rd, five randomly selected winners will be announced here. Each will receive an 8x8" archival print of their favorite photograph shipped from my Etsy shop.<br /><br />Good Luck! <br /><br />Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-25848656223433666102012-07-10T17:01:00.002-04:002012-07-10T23:12:55.767-04:00Toasted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl__v1m737s/T_yQCWLzMhI/AAAAAAAAASs/wQKrGQEbnLI/s1600/CafeStoolswww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl__v1m737s/T_yQCWLzMhI/AAAAAAAAASs/wQKrGQEbnLI/s640/CafeStoolswww.jpg" width="633" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can be quite literal. Example. Give me a bunch of old Polaroid cameras and a pile of film, and I will happily explore the limits of the cameras for months (and months). But what about the limits of the film? I can be such a slow learner...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Recently I was shuffling through a couple of year's worth of Impossible Project instant prints. They aren't worth much after scanning as they break down chemically with time. As I sighed over the beauty lost, I realized I had a fist full of artistic license.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This particular image never did much for me. Love the composition. Hate the flash. So, I took it to the kitchen and threw it in the toaster. Toaster. The print was young enough that the chemical soup between the layers bubbled up just so. Then I went after the white border with an Exacto. Like it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unscwCAzLd8/T_yP_74YowI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ak41S19Sy4I/s1600/CafeStoolsDrwwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unscwCAzLd8/T_yP_74YowI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ak41S19Sy4I/s640/CafeStoolsDrwwww.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Why stop there? We are talking artistic license. So I grabbed a Sharpie. (I have to hide mine because the little man prefers them to crayons.) Not sure I'm groovin' on the obvious drag of the pen tip, but in life this little image is quite satisfying. It's been on my work table ever since.<br /><br />And how nice to have a good pen in hand once in awhile.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX680 Cool Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid OneStep SE AutoFocus Camera</div><br />Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-42900293583388000552012-07-06T06:00:00.000-04:002012-07-06T06:00:14.831-04:00Socket Set<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYkvkqK5tMY/T_O0dCmibLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X4-9KbxD70Y/s1600/SocketSet9x9nbt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYkvkqK5tMY/T_O0dCmibLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X4-9KbxD70Y/s640/SocketSet9x9nbt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Summer is for exploring. The beat-up Honda has kicked up dust in our local blueberry fields, baked in the sun at mini-golf, and waited patiently at the curb while we ate big bowls of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/yumyumnoodlebar">noodles</a>. Even though it's near 90 degrees most days, I'm hauling along a bag full of cameras. Trying to keep the little boy and the film cool is challenging, but Vietnamese iced coffee helps.<br /><br />When I pulled out my old, leather Polaroid SX-70, there was an audible flutter among the noodle eaters. You can't be shy and shoot vintage Polaroids. (Luckily, I'm not.) And the golden glow of this DIY chandelier was worth a shot.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX680 Cool Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid SX-70 Camera</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0Kingston, NY, USA41.9270367 -73.997360841.9034092 -74.0368428 41.950664200000006 -73.957878799999989tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-45957475376223890342012-07-04T06:00:00.000-04:002012-07-04T06:00:01.005-04:00Independence Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G64J2tiIahA/T_OZsjxuKmI/AAAAAAAAARw/R0QMmZqsH10/s1600/PX680Cool312_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G64J2tiIahA/T_OZsjxuKmI/AAAAAAAAARw/R0QMmZqsH10/s640/PX680Cool312_0005.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Independence is a good thing, but let's not forget that interdependence is what makes us tick. I hope you are with your own unique tribe, grilling and swimming and lighting bottle rockets today. Have a great Fourth of July!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX680 Cool Color Shade Instant Film<br />Polaroid OneStep SE AutoFocus Camera</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0Hudson, NY, USA42.2528649 -73.79095942.2411119 -73.8107 42.2646179 -73.771218tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-75164709277071474152012-06-22T09:52:00.001-04:002012-06-22T09:52:58.419-04:00Summer Show in Copake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SR1LC-3lTQ/T-R2Q2QcA0I/AAAAAAAAARk/iIaxyzk2J4c/s1600/RentaBike7x7nb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SR1LC-3lTQ/T-R2Q2QcA0I/AAAAAAAAARk/iIaxyzk2J4c/s640/RentaBike7x7nb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Now through July 20th, a group of my Polaroid photographs are on view at the <a href="http://www.copakecountryclub.com/" target="_blank">Copake Country Club</a>. The photographs were taken with my collection of vintage cameras using expired Polaroid films and experimental instant films by <a href="http://www.the-impossible-project.com/" target="_blank">The Impossible Project</a>, a Dutch enterprise whose mission is the revival of instant photography.<br /><br /> Each photograph is enlarged and printed on aluminum with a dye sublimation process. The result is deep color and luminescence, and the imperfections inherent in Polaroid film become painterly in the process.<br /><br /> I am pleased with how the images work together in this show, and I hope you will pay a visit. Join me for a wine and cheese reception on Sunday, July 1st from 3:00 to 5:00.<br /><br />After the Copake show closes, I will be hanging a large selection of photographs in Tivoli, NY. Stay tuned!Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-15801092116487308182012-06-11T13:44:00.000-04:002012-06-11T13:44:00.322-04:00Bigger Every Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqb-DtdKO8c/T9Yr0cuQsMI/AAAAAAAAARY/6pRw9IeFLWc/s1600/IntegralBorders512_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqb-DtdKO8c/T9Yr0cuQsMI/AAAAAAAAARY/6pRw9IeFLWc/s640/IntegralBorders512_0004.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><br />Today is my little boys' sixth birthday. When he woke up today, the first words out of his mouth were, "I feel taller!" And when I visited his Kindergarten class this morning with a plate full of cupcakes, he was so excited that all he could do was stand there big-eyed, like a statue. (A slightly taller statue.)<br /><br />Little toys like this one are slowly being replaced with soccer balls and Legos. It's a little wistful to pack up these old things, but man, it's exciting to see where he'll go next.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy Birthday, Jimmy J!</i><br /><br />Impossible Project PX680 Cool Color Shade Instant Film <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Polaroid SX-70 Camera</div></div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-67577373801924812122012-06-04T22:18:00.000-04:002012-06-04T22:18:22.219-04:00Strawberry Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUQrandSl7k/T81pV-3SKhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e2yTsUCR7FQ/s1600/StrawberriesandCreamedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUQrandSl7k/T81pV-3SKhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e2yTsUCR7FQ/s640/StrawberriesandCreamedit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Strawberry season reminds me of my grandmother Rosalie's strawberry rhubarb pie. She is a patient cook and a great crust maker. Sadly, she lives too far away for me to drop in on her kitchen with two quarts of fresh strawberries from up the road.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Making pie crust intimidates me. I prefer to just splash a little cream in the bowl. We can't all be good at everything. And the strawberries don't mind one little bit.</div><br />Impossible Project PX680 Color Shade Gold Frame Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid SX-70 Camera</div>Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-3028958934500944152012-05-01T16:19:00.001-04:002012-05-01T16:19:56.627-04:00Urban Outfitters Print Shop!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqV4NH_spW0/T6A_IdHBE8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/XPpFTBa1BEU/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqV4NH_spW0/T6A_IdHBE8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/XPpFTBa1BEU/s640/Picture+5.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Today Urban Outfitters chose one of my Polaroid prints for inclusion in their <a href="http://printshop.urbanoutfitters.com/product/428763/prints?cl=1">Print Shop</a>, a partnership with <a href="http://society6.com/pamelaherrick/prints">Society6</a>. I couldn't be happier. What I like about this image is, well..., it's sexy. Buttery soft cotton sheets, still warm, with the early morning sun casting deep shadows in the folds. Makes you want to crawl back in. (Who knew an unmade bed could be a potential revenue stream!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiFRoeDDOb4/T6A_6HJ4VRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_JGOfztPw-Y/s1600/HisSidewww.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiFRoeDDOb4/T6A_6HJ4VRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_JGOfztPw-Y/s640/HisSidewww.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Impossible Project PX100 Silver Shade Instant Film</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid SX-70 Camera</div><br />Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-36103954467957665562012-04-30T15:28:00.000-04:002012-04-30T15:28:02.345-04:00Monk with Chrysanthemums<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFxCkEfrWP8/T57hodKYSBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KrPnuutLwIU/s1600/MonkwithChrysanthemumswww.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFxCkEfrWP8/T57hodKYSBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KrPnuutLwIU/s640/MonkwithChrysanthemumswww.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br />When I lived in Thailand, garlands of silk chrysanthemums and plastic jasmine blossoms were draped respectfully over every Buddha statue, Thai spirit house and Bodhi tree in my little city. Spiritual practice was woven into the fabric of daily life. We burned incense at our gate to keep wandering spirits at bay. We <a href="http://pamselectronicvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-all-around.html">made food offerings</a> to statues of Thailand's first kings to show respect, and we gave morning alms to the monks who walked barefoot past our house in the early morning.<br /><br />My son, who is half Thai, has only our little Buddha statues at home and this life-sized statue of a seated Chinese monk to ponder in our Hudson Valley home. Perhaps because of this, each time we go to our <a href="http://ottosmarket.com/">favorite local market</a>, we visit the Chinese monk seated quietly in the window of an unrented shopfront nearby. We bow respectfully to him to honor the practice of mindfulness and the teachings of the Buddha. <br /><br />It always makes me a little homesick for my beloved Chiang Mai. (Not too homesick, however, because there are no raspberries, good chocolate bars or affordable bottles of red wine there!)Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0Germantown, NY 12526, USA42.1345339 -73.891798242.1109834 -73.9312802 42.1580844 -73.85231619999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-15908698973849922732012-04-19T21:52:00.000-04:002012-04-19T21:52:00.724-04:00Impossible Project Pioneers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOFsCeA3v6s/T4tw3kNhOwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nxm9Zhy7km0/s1600/NewPX680Apr12_0002_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOFsCeA3v6s/T4tw3kNhOwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nxm9Zhy7km0/s640/NewPX680Apr12_0002_2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />You might not know it, but I am a Pioneer. <a href="http://theimpossibleproject.com/">The Impossible Project</a>, makers of new instant film for old Polaroid cameras, rewarded those of us who bought early and often. Our purchases of the first versions of the <a href="http://www.the-impossible-project.com/ourfilm/">new instant film</a> were acts of hope and devotion to the project. For this we have been richly rewarded.<br /><br />A new version of TIP's PX680 color film is available today, and we Pioneers have been putting it through its paces for the past few weeks. Exposing, posting, and commenting on the beautiful results from this latest batch on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/polapremium/">Flickr</a>.<br /><br />We've all kept quiet until today. And now that the film is officially available, Pioneers will be posting their images in the usual places.<br /><br />Yes, that's me. Shooting into the doorway of an antique shop in Hudson, New York. Inside the shop a gold lamp glows right where my big, clunky Polaroid box camera was positioned. Kind of captures the heart of that sweet little hunk of plastic.<br /><br />I'll post my other (better focused) Pioneer shots in a bit, some of which are extremely satisfying. And, I'll look forward to opening fresh boxes of this film all summer long.Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-77720599029665405902012-04-10T21:01:00.000-04:002012-04-10T22:17:54.655-04:00Plain Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXsZ8zrDGo/T4TXhXXqodI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e4CXWJcbGV0/s1600/PolaExp600Mar12_0001_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXsZ8zrDGo/T4TXhXXqodI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e4CXWJcbGV0/s640/PolaExp600Mar12_0001_2_2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I just returned from a short visit to a place where I grew up. One of the places. I always felt like a visitor there. Good people all around me, but not my people. If you know what I mean.<br /><br />What struck me on this visit, as always, is the landscape. A German work ethic is applied to the land with a firm hand, and in early spring the whole place is fields of color. And I don't mean planting fields.<br /><br />Broad expanses of saturated color. Grass green. Sky blue. Earth brown. With sharp edges and angles between. (In fact, Mennonite women bent over edging tools and weed wackers along roadsides everywhere we traveled). No serendipity or happenstance. Orderliness and plain beauty. <br /><br />It makes this part of upstate New York, which I love, look like it needs a haircut and a shave. And the quick touch of a hot iron.<br /><br />(Thank god I finally found my people.)Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364639318222000266.post-35378448725289862272012-03-21T15:04:00.001-04:002012-03-21T15:04:20.021-04:00Shadow Play<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APdwd1fygNM/T2oiBidRotI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NxTKVEWl8z8/s1600/MiniLocGrove312_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APdwd1fygNM/T2oiBidRotI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NxTKVEWl8z8/s640/MiniLocGrove312_2.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />With the first sign of spring (a good eight weeks early), I called my old friend who is keeper of the gardens at a beautiful <a href="http://www.lgny.org/">historic site</a> along the Hudson River. In my enthusiasm for the season, I packed the Polaroid cameras (too many of them) into a tote bag and headed off to visit the plants in the greenhouse and take my friend to lunch.<br /><br />I jumped the gun. His greenhouse was warm, yes. And it was full of diffuse light, yes. But, it was not full of plants. More like seeds. Germinating. Germination is a wonder. But, it is not colorful. Little peat pots of dirt everywhere. Peat pots. Dirt.<br /><br />Not to fear. I shall visit again. And next time hope something other than the shadow play on the heat grate catches my eye.Pamela Herrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095357357719145932noreply@blogger.com0